The efficient world

To be where we should be,
doing what we do best,
doing what we enjoy the most.

To Rodolfo Schudeck

These lines are thrown to the air for a friend who can’t read them.
Dear Rodolfo, you can’t sense the changing season,
And you can’t listen to Schubert,
Any more.

You will not discover anything else about life.
Or the far past.

You don’t know that the world seems the same.
That someone is laughing loud,
That many a joy are so vain.

The rest of us linger a bit longer,
Just enough to catch a few more things,
Just as an unexplained possibility:

To enjoy and to endure this consciousness.